Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I love you, Pint-Size.
Love.
Hearing it from both of them has me mindlessly melting into his secure hold on a satisfied sigh.
And all of me, loves all of you.
Ptur
I lightly laugh behind my morning cup of coffee as Cami teasingly states to A.D., “You don’t have to prove you can eat more doosemelons than my mom.”
“Can’t,” she taunts on a chomp of the fruit.
“Will,” my brother argues prior to shoving another one in his mouth.
“Chewing really should be a requirement for this competition,” Ana insists at the same time Gene places a plate of waffles with M&M sprinkles in front of her.
Fuck, I didn’t realize just how much I really missed a house full of family until this morning. There’s something so serene to be found in the structure of chaos that is cohabiting. Even though Dai and Otis are only here temporarily—something she repeatedly reminds us—they’ve already discussed coming around often to help with their grandchild when the time arrives.
And considering how I fucked Cami in the tub, on the flooded title, against the sink as well as once more on the balcony while Gene cleaned the bathroom situation, I have a feeling we’ll be getting an offspring sooner rather than later.
Odd trash talking continues between Dai and A.D., yet Cami redirects her attention back to the conversation she was having with Otis before the food war began. “And you’re sure the markings on Ptur’s leg are normal?”
Otis happily nods. “They’re the same ones that are on your torso.” He reaches for his own coffee mug. “Shifter’s mates have a Fated Mate mark like the one on your wrist while orc’s mates have Tribal Tags which only appear after your bonding session has taken.” A small sip is had. “It’s almost like a fuck off warding to other beings.”
“Strange,” the love of my life quietly murmurs.
“Not really,” I casually state, joining their conversation. “It’s not unheard of for different creatures to want to mark their territory so to speak.”
The hand resting on the back of her neck gives it a loving stroke.
Eat up, Pint-Size. I will be marking you once more after you finish those eggs.
Yes.
How is it possible you two are ready to go again? You got a blowjob at the top of the stairs ten minutes ago!
I inwardly chortle but outwardly inquire, “How do you know so much about beings on this side of The Fog, Otis?”
“Lots of reading.” Her father beams brightly which prompts Dai to pause her devouring to deliver him a peck on the cheek. “My half was always willing and able to provide me with more material to help me adjust to my unexpected transition. And her siblings—who you will finally get to properly meet—were also willing to aid in my education, although their tactics for teaching weren’t always…the safest for an Awaker.”
“I plan to learn more,” Cami firmly announces. “About them and about my orc heritage.”
My proclamation is attached to a loving squeeze. “We plan to learn more.”
“I will happily teach you both,” Otis assures and pushes up his falling glasses. “Introductions to your mom’s kin are on her though. They have…whole ceremonies and such.”
“They’ll be thrilled for those,” Dai offhandedly informs and shoves another slice into her mouth.
“Maybe we can teach Kyla some stuff too?” she adds in an uncertain tone. “She’s a vampire-”
“Soulless.”
“Vampire,” my Fated Mate loudly speaks over me, “but I’m not sure how much shit she knows about non-vampire shit.”
“Well said, Pint-Size,” I tease while abandoning my coffee for my vibrating phone.
“Fuck off, I’ve barely slept.”
True.
Between fucking her like a deal I needed to close and lightly discussing with Griff how to proceed with investigating Magitek there hasn’t been much time for resting.
Perhaps after our next sack session.
Two.
Deal.
Unlocking my phone reveals to me an unread work email from Nadine Olsen, the headline filled with praise rather than disdain proving Cami’s suggestions at the meeting yesterday to be a perfect solution to the woman’s nagging.
Perfect.
I know, Platinum. Our mate truly is perfect for us.
Agree.
And I like that we’re doing that more often.
All of a sudden, Cami’s voice appears.
And I like that I can eavesdrop on you two whenever I feel like it.
The expression on my face is humor-filled but unexpectedly shifts to concern when Z’s face flashes on my screen in the form of an incoming call. One quick click is followed by me pressing the device to my ear. “You don’t usually call.”
“We need everyone at the hospital now.”
Panic shoves my heart into my throat, yet I remain outwardly calm.
Maintain the levelheaded composure my family expects me to have.
Can depend on me to have.
Cami lovingly drops a hand on my leg for the support she can physically feel me needing.
“The first new Draak is about to be born…” My baby brother’s voice grows overly joyful. “And we don’t want he or she to have to wait to meet y’all. Ehette should be here soon with Krystie, he was still helping her at the shelter. Little B and Kaleb are on their way, too, although Little B seemed pissed for some reason but tried to hide it swearing, he really did wanna be here for us.” He pauses briefly before adding in a lower tone. “But between you and me, P? I’m a little nervous about being a dad. I don’t just want you here…I…kind of need you. I’d rather start this next step in life with you around than with you not, ya know?”